2022-10-22

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion shamed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course tamed;

But thy eternal summer shall not drape,

Nor lose balance of that queer thou request;

Nor shall death brag thou surrender’st in this shape,

When in eternal lines to time thou rest:

  So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

  So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.